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Violet Wade May 2013
The summer moon
Bla bla bla
Profoundly
Violet Wade Jan 2013
My bones are shattered porcelains
And Dr Frankenstein is recreating
My body from the toes up

I have more screws than tarsals
More plates than fibulas
More scars than cracked paint on derelict homes

Greens, yellows, blues, blacks and purple
Dye my leg in splendid hues
Plaster decorates my toes and pokes under my knees

Pins and needles tingle constantly
But these are made of steel as well as
Peripheral neuropathy

My hospital discharge form
Reads like poetry
Displaced tibea

Goes on adventure and brings back
Swollen instead of souvenirs
And crushed ligaments as testament

To broken steps they have fallen on
Perhaps it is not as profound as sunsets or romance
But I am finding beauty in pain

Intricacies in injury
And the limits of my creativity
To distract from nightmares

Of how this happened
And to drown out the hungry goblins
Deep in my guts demanding opiates

Like drunken teenagers
They loot my stash and trash my viscera
Legal or not I'm still a ******

Writing poetry rather than sleeping-
Confronting demons with stanzas.
Over screams I am armed with the arsenals

Of metaphor, personification and symbolism
Whatever the pain, my posse of poetry and prose
Has always got my back
Violet Wade Jan 2013
Fireworks
Paint the sky
With glitter
Violet Wade Dec 2012
On my wrist
You trace a roadmap
Of your heart.

There are winds
And turns
And potholes

Where past loves
Have been
Here,

The road is
Cordoned off
And forward,

Endless sunsets
Over mountain peaks
And the sun

Rising over sea
And shore.
Your story

Comes in whispers
And sighs
The occasional

Gasping intensity
Of eyes
Meeting eyes.

Your hand
Strays from my wrist
To wisps of hair

That have broken
Free
To dance in the breeze

Of your breath
That hangs
Ever close to my neck.
Violet Wade Dec 2012
Do not still your heart
To the thrill of life-
Instead, learn the art
Of enjoying strife.

Be as a snowflake:
Completely unique.
Do what ever it takes-
Even being a freak.

Smile at rainbows,
Dance for the stars.
Go wherever your heart goes
And love who you are.

This is a gift for you,
Don't ever ever forget
To be wild, free and true
And never ever regret

A single moment.
Violet Wade Dec 2012
Our words weave between us like spider's webs,
Beautiful traps,
Delicate,
Hostile.

Strong, silk like sinews
Threading a dangerous lace

And I am caught
In the web of your promises,
Hanging helplessly

Whilst you spin ceaselessly
Around me
Preparing to **** out

Every last breath,
Every last protest.

But you needn't imprison me,
I have been yours from the first
Smile I saw pass your lips,

From even before your lies of love.

Perhaps it is only neurotoxins
That make me quiver and shake,
But you course through my blood

Like moonstruck tides
And I am yours, willingly or not.
Violet Wade Jun 2012
A shadow rises like a cloud
On the horizons of my consciousness and
Charts a course in whispers…

Although I hack my track alive
I seldom weep,
As captive tears held back
One thousand times
I bid them shower over you.

For this is neither love
Nor hate
Or any such extreme

But approximately friendship
The valley in between that tempts
Each others' graves like mountain flowers.
This poem does not belong to me. It was dictated to me by a nameless man on the side of the street who seemed to pluck it from thin air. He asked me to publish it and claim it as my own. I do not claim to have written it, but I will share the words as they still give me shivers.
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